Waiting on The Edge of Battle
The forest was still. It was though the creatures of the wood could sense the evil soon to emerge from the night. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
Hidden within the shadow of a great oak he looked toward the warm lights of the castle.
His breathing stopped and the conflict within his soul hardened in his chest as his eyes moved toward the right where a silvery white glow reflected on the water of the lake. There upon the hill stood the final resting place of Albus Dumbledore. Four flickering torches stood in vigil over the cold white tomb.
He looked away and focused once more on the unsuspecting form of Hogwarts Castle.
The sorting would have ended by now and the feast commenced. For the moment the stone walls of the castle protected the innocent voices housed within.
It wouldn't be long now.
The final battle was about to begin.
